The trip home was survived. The plane part? A total breeze, other than the uptight first class attendant with a serious superiority complex who APPARENTLY didn't appreciate us in the bulkhead so close to her precious first class passengers. You know how we knew we were unappreciated? She spent 48% of the flight time giving us the stinky side-eye. True story, true stat. And the kids weren't even remotely monstrous! See?
But the moral of the story is, we made it home. And home feels cozy and good, and even better with each suitcase I manage to completely unpack and stash away in the basement until our next trip. And it will feel even better when I de-Christmas-ize the place. Bring on ..... that dead season where no decor is quite right! YAYS!